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DEVILSSSSSSSL
What is Your Name : Satan, Lucifer, Prince of Darkness, The Prince of Devils, The Prince of This World, The Prince of the Air, His Satanic Majesty, The Prince of Hell, The Prince of Pandemonium, The (Arch-Fiend, The Evil One, The Wicked One, The Tempter, The Author of Evil, The (Common) Enemy (of Mankind), Old Harry, Old Nick, The Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Old Horny, Old Gooseberry, Mr. Scratch, The Old Gentleman, etc….But, you can call me Friend……….

Are you really that bad: Everything in this world is a manifestation of your own free will, for good or ill!" Responsibility for everything you are and everything that happens to you good or bad is the very core of the life philosophy. Through events and sometimes chains of events, everything both good and bad in one's life can be traced to an origin, that origin is themselves. I am your utopia, your personal utopia and not someone else's interpretation of a perfect world. I am not that bad………….

ADAM

And you are one of these pure spirits ?

LUCIFER

Indeed I am, the mightiest of the mighty,
Who stood beside the throne of God
And had a portion of his great effulgence
.........
ADAM

But God said He would punish us
If we should stray from our appointed path.

EVE

Why should he punish us? If He has set
The path we are to follow, surely He
Will have arranged that we can choose no other.
Why leave us standing above the deep,
Dizzy and abandoned to our doom?
Or If sin too is part of His design
As storms are of hot days,
Why blame the roll of thunder more
Than heat which gives us life?

LUCIFER

I see we have our first philosopher.
You are the first of many, my fair sister,
Who'll argue the same point a million ways.
A few of them will end their days in bedlam.
Others stop short, but none will find a refuge.
Do put aside this futile speculation,
There are so many fine shades of opinion
On every issue that if you try them all
You end up knowing less than when you started
Without a hope of reaching a conclusion.
Contemplation means the death of action.

EVE

In that case I will pluck the fruit.

ADAM

The Lord has put His curse on them.

LUCIFER laughs

BUT pluck.

Whatever happens to us, let it happen.

Let us be wise, like God.

First Eve, then Adam taste of the apple

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The Tragedy of Man - Imre Madách.
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FOR @ DEVILS SL
- re-traslated - original rights - protected by Devil himself-

When I think of you, I always think of

that how it would be stupid to go with you anywhere,

without blankets and tent, and lot

of beer and tender beef meet.

Especially if suddenly the Devil just gets into

our tent, and then we would see... whom he would like

better You or Me…

And it would be really stupid not to argue on his

language just a little bit…

As jealous snake in you, cannot be peaceful for a while,

And wants to poison me with its vanilla touch

regardless of caressing me so much…

But the same snake pampered in very warm angora blankets, before

I enter the place which brings life and pleasure,

Will definitely try to kill all of the /non-falling/ angels,

With pleasure, leisure, passion, pleasure, passion,

In no measures …

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qOs3g66ICA

Ah Djavolica....
Kako ona sve dobro radi.
Bas zna kad sta treeeeeba da kaze
A zakacila se kao Imela
Kao Coala
Za mene......

Djavolica.....
Oldman watch what you wish for...
A sve zna kako ja volim
Unela se u mene cela
i ne mrda trepavice...

Ah Djavolica
Nece da se ljubi
divlja, pa onda mila, pa se uvija
kao igra dok nesto sprema
She is a trouble....She is the one

SL
Original Sin

Ona zivi u svojoj staklenoj kugli

Treskalici sa zlatom.

Vidim je. Gledam je kako se budi.

Kako se ceslja, kako u ogledalu

Oseca I moj dah.

Od koga se magli ogledalo, pa po naslazi

Pare mog vrelog izdiasja pise J,

I brzo sve brise, brzo, brzo da je misli ne odaju.

Vidim je kako se krece po kugli,

kako je dva puta vise nezna, kako je dva puta

vise mila da bi skrila da joj dusa vise ne stanuje

tamo.

Kako se ljubi i to vidim, a zatvara oci, ona ne laze

Ona je ona Prava. Kako da ona u svoju svest smesti

Da je vole dva coveka.

Ona je u sonovima samo moja. I zato se jako plasi

Od sebe same, od toga da ne izda, nikog.

Ona kada spava vodi ljubav sa mnom.

Prvo me ljubi, pa ja nju ljubim, u trepavice, u vrat u

usne, pa nize.. Ja znam cija je ona ne moram da tresem

kuglu...Moja dama od zlata... jabuka...